Chapter 45

Chapter 45

FEY

F ey heard the words Alastair said to him, heat jolting through her body at the command. Jasper’s eyes met hers over Alastair’s shoulder as he grinned, eyes sparkling with sinful promise.

It was still a shock when he moved forward so quickly and lifted her. He moved with the savage grace and speed of a predator. Fey let out a shout of surprise, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“I’ve been waiting all day to taste you,” Jasper murmured, burrowing his face in her neck as he carried her to the living room. He laid her down gently on the couch, and Fey glanced over to see Alastair seat himself at the other end, arms spread on the seat back as he watched them.

Settling himself between her legs, Jasper kissed his way up her body. He took his time, kissing and licking at every available inch of skin before he reached her neck, nuzzling his face into the space between her ear and her jawbone.

When his teeth grazed against her skin, Fey gasped, arching against him.

Jasper chuckled. He balanced on his forearms to keep his weight from crushing her beneath him and lowered his hips down enough to press against her .

“Do you feel that?” he asked, and Fey sucked in a breath as he rolled his hips against her. “Do you feel how hard you’ve gotten me already? Fuck, Fey, I could come just looking at you.”

Fey moaned, but it turned to a gasp of pain as he bit down on her skin, holding those sharp teeth against the flesh where her shoulder met her neck. He groaned into her, biting down nearly hard enough to draw blood.

It was nothing like the ecstasy she’d felt when Alastair had sunk his fangs into her neck all those years ago, but it still felt incredible. Arching against him, Fey moaned his name, her hands coming up to wind through his hair.

“Oh no,” Jasper said, pulling back and sitting up. He took her hands off him delicately by the wrists. “The boss didn’t say anything about you getting to touch me.”

Fey swallowed as he put her arms back on the couch above her head.

“Keep your hands there,” he said, staring down at her. “And don’t move.”

She narrowed her eyes at him but obeyed, fingers gripping into the cushions of the couch as Jasper leaned back down over her.

When he started touching her, hands sliding over her clothing, she didn’t notice the claws at first. Writhing under his touch, she didn’t notice them at all until a sharp claw slid across her chest, leaving a slight red line on her skin before it reached her shirt and ripped through the cloth as easily as a knife.

“Jasper!” Fey gasped. The shirt fell away, parting easily under his claws.

“Shhh, gorgeous,” he said. “I warned you not to move.”

She was breathing so quickly, too quickly. When that claw slid back up to her bra, she whimpered.

And then the bra was gone, too, slit up the middle. Jasper used his hands to peel the fabric aside, revealing her breasts.

“Fuck me,” Alastair cursed, leaning closer from where he watched.

“Not yet,” Jasper laughed. He traced one of her nipples with that sharp claw, and Fey wasn’t sure if the noises she was making were out of fear or pleasure .

Smiling at her, Jasper lowered his mouth to her breast and nipped at her nipple, dragging his teeth over it.

She could go mad from this, Fey thought, gasping for air as his mouth teased her breast. She could go mad, and happily so.

Finally, he released her. He pulled the ruined shreds of her shirt and bra from her chest slowly and reached for her pants.

“Stop,” Fey gasped. His hands froze. “I like these pants. Don’t you dare ruin them.”

Jasper grinned. The claws retreated slightly, and his fingers undid the clasp before he peeled them off her legs.

The claw that slipped over her underwear felt very sharp, though.

Fey whimpered, fighting to hold still as he surgically sliced through the fabric, leaving nothing but bare skin and scraps of lace.

For a moment, Jasper just stared down at her as though mesmerized, his gaze burning hot as he held her legs open.

Then wordlessly he stood, eyes sliding up her body to hold her gaze as his hands reached down to pull off his shirt. He tossed it aside, eyes still on her, but when his hands went to his own pants, he paused.

Glancing over at Alastair, Jasper winked.

Fey twisted from her place on the couch. Alastair was leaning forward, arms on his knees as he watched Jasper. His gaze was heated.

Jasper popped the button on his pants open and reached his hand inside, gripping himself.

“Like what you see, boss?” he asked in a breathless voice.

Alastair’s eyes shot up to Jasper’s face, and he was on him in an instant. Hands gripping Jasper’s hair, Alastair held him in place while he kissed him, groaning against Jasper’s lips.

“Enough teasing, puppy,” he said when he broke the kiss. His hands were still fisted in Jasper’s hair. “Make her come now .”

Jasper nodded, licking his lips as he settled himself between Fey’s legs on the couch.

“Fuck, she’s already so wet,” Jasper told him, his breath tickling Fey’s skin. She gasped when she felt his tongue against her, a single soft sweep over her center.

“Wetter,” Alastair ordered. He peeled off his own shirt and slacks, stroking himself and coming over to where Fey writhed on the couch. “I want her dripping down her thighs when we fuck.”

Jasper groaned in answer, sucking and licking at Fey while his hands held her legs spread.

Fey cried out as his lips closed around her clit. Alastair took advantage of the moment, slipping the head of his cock between her parted lips.

The angle made it difficult. Her lips were barely sliding down two inches of his length, but still Fey moaned, tilting her head toward him and trying to take him deeper. He groaned as she swirled her tongue around him, his eyes glued to where Jasper’s tongue lapped at her.

Jasper’s claws had left red marks on her skin, stark lines against her pale flesh, and Alastair’s finger traced one of the lines down her chest and up to her nipple. His fingers closed over it and pinched, just as Jasper moaned, the vibration coursing through Fey’s body.

“That’s right, Witchling,” Alastair praised, rolling her nipple expertly between his fingers. “Imagine all the things the two of us can do to you… the things we will do to you.”

And she did. She let herself imagine every depraved thing the three of them could do together, every possibility. Every position. Jasper’s hands gripped her harder, his pace quickening as though he were imagining it too.

Her mouth still wrapped around the head of Alastair’s cock, and with Jasper’s face buried between her thighs, Fey bowed off the couch and gave a muffled scream as she came.

“Fuck,” Alastair hissed. He pulled himself from her mouth, and Fey gasped for breath, her body still quaking.

With one last soft lick, Jasper untangled himself from her legs, grinning. Her arousal glistened on his lips and chin.

“Come here, puppy,” Alastair said breathlessly. Gripping Jasper’s shoulders, he pulled him close enough to lick Fey’s wetness from his jaw. Jasper moaned as Alastair’s tongue slid up further, tracing his lips before pulling him into a deep kiss.

Fey went still, watching them. She didn’t expect that seeing them together would bother her, but she hadn’t expected to… to like it. Alastair held Jasper so completely still as they kissed, possessing him co mpletely. When he finally broke the kiss, Jasper looked dazed, his eyes unfocused and a little unsteady on his feet.

“Roll over, Witchling,” Alastair said, his eyes moving over to where she lay on the couch and flaring as they looked up and down her body. “Get on your hands and knees.”

She was liquid, muscles nearly unresponsive. But somehow, she managed it, her arms shaking with the effort and her legs trembling as she rolled to her stomach and came up to her hands and knees.

“That’s our good girl,” Alastair praised her. He pushed Jasper toward one end of the couch, then positioned himself behind her. The head of his cock slid over her, once, twice. Then he slipped it up to her entrance and braced himself there.

Fey whimpered, muscles shaking, as Jasper knelt on the couch in front of her. He held himself, stroking his cock as he tilted her head up.

Fey didn’t need to ask what he wanted. The answer was written in his crooked smile as he looked down at her, fingers gently sliding over his length. Wordlessly, Fey opened her mouth.

They entered her together, Jasper slipping between her lips and Alastair filling her dripping pussy in one hard thrust.

She tried to scream, the pleasure of having Alastair stretching her so soon after coming almost unbearably good. But she could only make a sound like a whimper, deep in her throat, her mouth wrapped tight around Jasper.

She couldn’t think, could barely breathe as they took her together. Alastair fucked her hard, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room as he pounded into her. Jasper was gentler, but not by much. He held her head in place as he moved himself in and out of her mouth, pushing deep enough to hit the back of her throat and holding himself there long enough she thought she might choke.

“Do you like this, Witchling?” Alastair asked. Fey couldn't speak, couldn’t make a single noise with Jasper so deep inside her, but it didn’t seem to matter. Sweeping his thumb over her clit, Alastair wet it with her own arousal before bringing it up to her ass.

Fey made a strangled noise as Alastair rolled his thumb over her hole, teasing her with it .

“Such a shame we can’t fill every hole,” he said, voice hitched as he pounded into her. “Maybe you need a third male, Witchling?”

“No,” Jasper said. His grip on her hair tightened, and Fey moaned around him as his pace quickened. “No one else… She's ours .”

Alastair laughed. “That’s right, puppy. All ours.”

Pausing with his cock to the hilt inside her, Alastair held her in place for a moment, not moving. Fey barely had time to wonder what he was doing before she felt a warm drip of saliva as he spat on her ass, sliding it toward her hole.

This time, he did more than tease her. Alastair’s thumb slipped inside her, moving in and out in time with him as he began to fuck her once more. Fey let out a shriek, and Jasper swore.

“There,” Alastair said, voice guttural. “All full.”

She didn’t have a chance to decide if she enjoyed it, to decide if she liked having them filling her so completely. The orgasm that took her came out of nowhere, slamming into her with so much force her whole body shook.

Her throat opened wider, and Jasper pushed himself further into her mouth. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, could only shudder over and over again as she came.

Just when she thought she might be on the verge of passing out, Jasper moved back, pulling his cock from her mouth. Fey gasped for breath, body shaking. He let her catch her breath for just a moment before pushing back between her lips.

Alastair’s hands gripped her hips, rocking her back against him as he slammed into her, entirely focused on chasing his own pleasure now.

“Are you close?” Alastair asked through gritted teeth. With a groan, Jasper nodded.

Alastair reached out, wrapping Fey’s long red hair around his hand and gripped it hard. Suddenly, Fey’s head was yanked back, Jasper’s cock popping out.

“Open your mouth,” Alastair gasped from behind her. “Stick your tongue out, Witchling.”

Body arched and head thrown back from his grip on her hair, Fey obliged. She opened her mouth wide, tongue out, and Jasper gripped himself, staring down at her .

“Fuck,” he said, hand moving quickly over his swollen cock. “Keep that mouth open wide, gorgeous.” He swore and gave a startled bark as he came, shooting over her tongue.

Fey moaned, and Alastair roared from behind her, burying himself deep inside her and shuddering his own release. She could feel every pulse as he filled her.

Alastair had been right. He knew exactly how to work up her appetites, each and every one of them.